"The war," Jones answered. "What else? In my shop last evening, Lennox
was drawing his will. In gathering up the sheets, the knife must have
got among them and, without knowing it, he carried it off. This morning
I missed it. The loss affected me profoundly. It is an old friend."
"You don't tell me."
"Don't I? I'll go so far as to lay you another basket of pippins that
the police can't produce another like it. On the blade is inscribed
Penetrabo--which is an endearing device."
"But see here," Verelst excitedly exclaimed. "You must tell Dunwoodie.
You----" In sheer astonishment he broke off.